Smiling, Abigail approach the table which Donna Patrick is sitting with a shade glass on her face. She greet her ecstatic being in the presence of such a star.

Donna let down her glasses a little and stare miffed at the one in front of her, she could sense what kind of person she was.

“Why do you want to see me?” she asked sounding irritated.

Abigail did not miss the disinterest in her face or the irritation in her voice, she force a fake smile out. It took her quite an effort to finally ...